Mating the Female Alpha
Chapter 26 – Invitation to the ball

Tina's POV

Jessie continues to sip on her tea, thinking thoughtfully about her brother and his lover. She had expressed her dislike of this she-wolf. It's painfully obvious how bitter she is over Landry's arrangements. Tina was displeased as well. This she- wolf was going to ruin everything for her. There was something off about her.

She needed to somehow get close enough to this she-wolf so she can investigate for herself who she really is. Jessie sighs and sits her teacup down on the table.

"I'm so tired," Jessie breathes. "I hope you don't mind if I call it a night and get some sleep now, cousin."

She begins to stand until Tina's voice stops her.

"Wait," Tina says quickly. "You know what you need? A ball!"

"I'm sorry?"

"Your palace hasn't had a ball in so long and we could use a little fun in our lives. Aren't I right?" Tina says with a grin.

"I suppose you might be right," Jessie says as she thinks more about it. "It could be fun to get dressed up and dance around the ballroom. Eating delicious foods from our favorite vendors."

"So, that settles it," Tina says, clapping her hands together excitedly. "We will have a ball. You should invite Landry and that she-wolf as well."

Jessie raises her brows at that suggestion; Tina doesn't even give her a chance to protest.

"It might be a good opportunity to get them together. Perhaps she will see what an incredible suitor he really is,” Tina says with a mild shrug.

Jessie looks to be deep in thought before her eyes twinkle with excitement.

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Bernice's POV

I found myself counting down the hours before Landry arrived at the palace. He won't be returning until late morning. I wasn't sure why it mattered to me what time he was arriving, but I knew I felt incredibly alone being far from him. I lay awake in bed, waiting for sleep to overtake me, but it never does.

I stare at the ceiling, watching my shadow wallow in place, wiggling uncomfortably. I craved Landry's touch. I craved his kiss. I had touched myself previously to the thought of him, which surprised me. But it doesn't do any justice to the real thing. What would he think if he knew I had touched myself to the thought of him? He would probably never let me live it down.

I felt my face heating at the very thought of his expression to my deep confession. I couldn't go into heat, not while Landry was away, and I was all alone. I had to avert my attention to something else; I had to think about anything other than Landry and his incredible biceps.

Knock it off, Bernice!

My last interaction with him wasn't even a good one. He left my room so quickly after we argued. But I can't get what Jessie had accused me of out of my mind. How could she feed me such bull crap about him loving me? This wasn't about love; this was about an agreement Landry, and I had made. Jessie has no idea what she was talking about. Landry should have never allowed her to believe otherwise.

Though, perhaps I shouldn't have snapped at him as I did. Guilt began to eat away at me. He's been so kind to me lately. Jessie could have mistaken his kindness for something else. That's the only thing that makes sense.

I couldn't wallow in bed any longer; I made a choice to get up and grab a glass of water from the kitchen downstairs. But as I open my bedroom door, I pause when I saw the familiar man standing before me. "Landry?" I breathe, staring up at his handsome face. He looks as if he was about to knock on the door before, I opened it. "You weren't due to return until tomorrow."

"I didn't want to leave things sour between us," Landry said, meeting my eyes. "I felt awful about walking away from you as I did."

"I was upset with what Jessie had accused me of..."

"It's been taken care of."

"Taken care of how?" I ask raising my brows as I fixate my gaze on his.

"I've spoken to her about her behavior. Rest assured that it won't happen again."

It isn't even the fact that Jessie acted cruelly toward me; it's the fact that I had once considered her a friend. Now, I wasn't sure what to consider her. My heart grows sad at the very thought, but I decide not to dwell on it for long.

I step aside for him to enter the room, but as he steps inside, he pauses and turns to me. He smells the air for a moment before his eyes darken and he searches my face curiously. I can't help but wonder what it is he's thinking about. Perhaps he knows what I had done moments before he arrived. My face grows warm at the thought, and he gives me a playful smile, answering my unspoken question.

He knows.

He grabs my hand and brings it to his nose, smelling each of my fingers. He can smell my aroma on them, and it was driving his wolf crazy. I could see his manhood through his pants growing, which was causing my heat to rise. "You were pleasuring yourself," he says it not as a question, but as a statement.

"Do you blame me?" I ask, teasingly. "You weren't here to satisfy me."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulls me close to his body, kicking my door shut with his foot. I feel the softness of his lips traveling down the nape of my neck; his tongue flicking and licking each corner of my body as he goes down my shoulders and my arms. His touch sent a warmth through my entire body, enlightening my already warm features.

I'm growing hot. Oh, so very hot.

My breathing became rash and soon, I find myself begging and pleading for him to rip my clothes off. I'm seconds away from ripping them off myself. His hands travel up the top of my shirt, pulling it over my head and exposing my bare breasts to him. He stares down at me as if he wants to devour me. I wanted him to devour me.

"Tell me, Omega. What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself," he said in a low and seductive tone as he kisses my every feature.

"You," I admitted to him. "I thought of your massive and strong hands on my body. I thought of your incredibly large cock penetrating me. I thought about being crushed under the weight of your biceps."

I spoke between gasps as he continued to kiss my body. He tugs at my nipple with his teeth, pulling it into his mouth and causing me to whimper in pleasure; pleading with him to take me as his. He throws me onto the bed just as I finish getting my pants off and he climbs on top of me. The weight of his body on mine causes heat to rise furiously throughout my flesh.

I feel his manhood at my sex begging to enter me. I wrap my legs tightly around his broad hips, giving him the leverage to push himself into me. As his cock fills me with his girth, I scream for him. My moans grow louder with each thrust he gives me. I dig my fingers into the bedsheets around us; the weight of his body gives me no room to wiggle and stretch, which only heightens my climax.

As he finishes, he rolls over beside me and we are both gasping for breath. That was something I needed more than he knew. I could feel his cum oozing from me. I stand and grab my robe, wrapping my body in its cotton cloth before I head to the bathroom. "Brother!?"

There was a knocking on the door, causing me to gasp as I look over at the very nude, Landry. He sits up as well and stares at the door with an annoyed gaze. I knew the voice to be Jessie's. I haven't spoken to her since her rude accusations. "Landry, are you in there?"

The knocking continues. Landry rolls his eyes as he slips on his nearby pants and goes to open the door. As he does, Jessie is staring at him with wide eyes before her gaze travels to me. Her face reddens as she realizes I am only wearing a robe and Landry is shirtless. Realization is dawning on her quickly as she scrambles for the words to say.

“I... uh ... I'm sorry to interrupt you both," she says with a forced smile. "But I wanted to invite you to the upcoming ball at my palace. Hosted by yours truly."